A Man Has His Distinctive Personal Scent

A Poet's Hope: To Be, Like Some Valley Cheese, Local, But Prized Elsewhere.

The Masculine Imagination Lives In A State Of Perpetual Revolt Against The Limitations Of Human Life. In Theological Terms, One Might Say That All Men, Left To Themselves, Become Gnostics. They May Swagger Like Peacocks, But In Their Heart Of Hearts They All Think Sex An Indignity And Wish They Could Beget Themselves On Themselves. Hence The Aggressive Hostility Toward Women So Manifest In Most Club-car Stories.

I Think The First Prerequisite To Civilization Is An Ability To Make Polite Conversation.

Between Friends Differences In Taste Or Opinion Are Irritating In Direct Proportion To Their Triviality.

Man Desires To Be Free And He Desires To Feel Important. This Places Him In A Dilemma, For The More He Emancipates Himself From Necessity The Less Important He Feels.